"Can't kill a man unless you know for sure you ought to."

You spy an obvious half-giant of rather bulky stature. Thickly corded muscles wrapped in brawny hide that'd ooze a sense of foreboding. His brow is a bit heavy, jaw a bit too large and strongly shaped. His nose is a bit crooked from being broken perhaps more than twice. A smile that still has all of his front teeth at least, a little smug smirk usually tugging at his features. Though his heavy brow has this mildly intense and furrowed look. His hair is a shock of orange-red, usually cut short and haphazardly styled.

He's got scars like someone who's used to putting himself in harm's way. Nothing too dire, but it shows that he's always been putting himself somewhere dangerous. The giant-kin's chest is tufted with a neatly formed growth of fine bodyhair, usually peeking through any low-collar shirts he wears. Forearms a little fuzzy with a fine mesh of slightly reddish hair.

With a deep and careful voice, he speaks very well. Not at all fitting into that category of 'big dumb brute'. He's got a keen quality to his voice, but obviously isn't too well versed in etiquette when speaking in groups. Giving little thought to just saying things, and usually as bluntly as possible.